Punishment Circles

Craig Wilson hummed as he checked the oven. The scent of kielbasa sausage and the gooey goodness of homemade macaroni and cheese was already filling the kitchen and he could see that dinner would be on time. He closed the small glass door and smiled. He wasn’t much of a cook, but on those few days when his wife was late he found a great deal of satisfaction in making sure that Jenny walked in the door to dinner on the table. He went back to the stove and gave the roasting broccoli a quick stir in the butter and garlic he’d melted earlier. He frowned a moment later, glancing at the clock. He was running out of time.

“Ericka!” He called out, pushing the wooden spatula around the frying pan. “Ericka? Would you mind setting the table?”

A moment later his daughter appeared. She was still wearing her school uniform and for a moment he wondered if they needed to purchase a slightly larger size. The blue skirt only came down midthigh and the tops of her white stockings didn’t quite meet the hem, leaving an inch or two of cream colored skin. Her white blouse was straining across the bosom, the buttons barely keeping the front closed and Craig shook his head, trying to ignore the two, small, hard bumps that were quite clearly visible across her front. 

“Hey Dad,” she said quietly. “Sure. I’ll set the table. She padded over to the cabinet and reached up for the plates. As she did she went up on tiptoe and her skirt rose. Craig got a glimpse of her bottom and he turned away immediately, wondering if she’d started wearing thongs, since her bare buttock seemed to dangle like a piece of low hanging fruit, just beneath the skirt. He blinked and focused on the broccoli rabe. A moment later he put the slightly brown pieces of broccoli in a bowl and set it on the table. Ericka was finishing up the silverware, but her attention was clearly elsewhere.

“You okay?” He asked curiously.

She looked up. “What? Oh. Yeah. I’m fine,” she said in that tone he recognized. Craig sighed. All women had that tone, the one where the man asking knew that everything was not fine, but couldn’t figure out what the problem was because the woman wasn’t willing to engage. 

“You sure?” He pressed.

“Yes, Dad. I’m sure,” she replied.

He turned back toward the oven and began pulling out the mac and cheese. It was bubbling and smelled heavenly. Ericka put a trivet on the table and he smiled at her in thanks as he set the casserole dish down. Just at that moment they heard the sound of the front door opening and Jenny walked in.

She was an attractive woman and at thirty-eight still looked much as she had at twenty. Her brown hair fell in thick waves to her shoulders and it was clear where Ericka had gotten her curves. Jenny filled out the white blouse she wore with almost the same sort of strain that Ericka’s uniform saw and Craig grinned as he caught a glimpse of the underside of Jenny’s breast through a gap. The black skirt she wore was just about as short as Ericka’s school skirt, but at least Jenny’s stockings disappeared under the hem. 

“Oh! You made dinner!” Jenny said with a grin.

Craig’s eyebrow went up. “I do every time you’re late, darling.” 

The look she gave him was pure love. “I know. But I want you to know how much I appreciate it,” she said honestly. Then she gave her daughter a big smile and rounded the table to hug her. “And Ericka! You look wonderful! How was your day?” She asked.

Craig watched mother and daughter embrace, their breasts mashed together and he turned back toward the oven to get the kielbasa.

“Oh, you know. Typical day,” Ericka replied a little woodenly.

Jenny pulled back and gave her daughter a suspicious look. “That doesn’t sound good. Are you okay?” She asked.

“That’s what I asked her,” Craig said, putting the kielbasa on a serving plate. The sausages steamed and he carried the plate to the table. “Drinks?”

Jenny looked at him and nodded gratefully. “Merlot please.”

Ericka shrugged. “Water for me.”

Craig nodded and went for glasses.

“So what happened,” Jenny said, sitting down at the table. Ericka sat across from her and fiddled with her napkin. She looked a little apprehensive.

“I uh… I had to do touches today,” Ericka said softly.

Craig’s eyes snapped open and he whirled around, an empty glass in his hand. “What?” He demanded. “What for?”

Ericka cringed but her mother just sat there quietly, eyes sympathetic. “Talking in line,” Ericka explained to her parents.

Craig sighed. “Good lord, Ericka. Don’t you learn?” He turned back to the refrigerator and quickly filled the glass with water. “I presume the punishment was done in class?”

Ericka nodded, but then shifted uncomfortably. “Yes. Sort of.”

Craig put her glass of water down in front of her. “Sort of? How do you sort of get punished in class?”

Ericka looked up, obviously embarrassed. “I earned an extra set of ten to be done at home,” she said, almost in tears.

Jenny reached out, her face soft and understanding. She took Ericka’s hand and squeezed it. “I understand darling. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Really.”

Ericka nodded, her eyes wet with tears. “Really, I’m sorry Daddy.”

Craig poured red wine into Jenny’s glass with a shake of his head. “No, no… It’s just… I don’t like it. This corporal punishment thing is being taken too far.” He looked up and glanced across the kitchen toward the far wall where the two steel punishment circles were mounted above the tiny wedge seat. He laid a hand on Ericka’s shoulder. “They’re just draconian. Want me to call the school and file a protest?”

Jenny reached out and put a hand on Craig’s wrist. “Honey, if you lose the protest she’ll get double. You know that.” 

Ericka nodded, eyes wide.

He sighed, nodding. “Alright. I just want to say for the record, that this seems like overkill.”

They began eating and the conversation turned toward the events of the day. Jenny spent time talking about the due diligence she was doing on a real estate deal her bosses were trying to put together, and Ericka talked about everything but her punishment, either the one she’d already received or the one that was due. Finally plates were scraped clean and Ericka looked up. 

“I guess now’s the time,” she said, looking at her mother.

Jenny smiled. “I know you can handle it.”

Ericka rose and Craig looked away as his daughter went to the punishment circles. He began clearing the table, not wanting to watch as Ericka began unbuttoning her white school blouse. Still, it was hard not to catch glimpses. As the buttons fell open Ericka’s bare breasts came out. Both were relatively large for his daughter’s frame and even the accidental glances he got were enough to provide a decent comparison in size. Grapefruit? Maybe even cantaloupe? He wasn’t sure but they were damn impressive. He began rinsing the dishes, trying very hard not to look.

“The skirt too dear,” Jenny said. “You know the rules.”

Craig looked up into the window and caught the reflection of his daughter pushing the blue and white plaid skirt down over her rump. She wasn’t wearing a thong at all. In fact, she was naked under the skirt. Craig frowned. Of course if she’d been punished at school, it was unlikely that the teacher had allowed her to put her underclothes back on. They’d get them back in a package. Still, the white, thigh high stockings made his daughter look particularly slutty, especially with the wide open shirt. He watched surreptitiously through the reflection as Ericka straddled the seat just beneath the punishment circles.

There was a slight hum as the seat rose, a tiny protuberance emerging. It wasn’t phallic per se, but it provided guidance and Ericka’s hips began to roll as she rubbed herself against the thumb sized bulb. Craig swallowed, since it looked for all the world like his daughter was fucking the stupid thing until she let out a tiny gasp and settled down. He knew that the little probe was inside her. 

“If you’re settled,” Jenny said, standing up and going over to Ericka. “You may begin.”

Ericka nodded and then pressed her bare breasts against the steel punishment circles right in front of her. Craig watched the reflection in the window, his lips pressed together as his daughter’s body stiffened, the electricity surging through her. Her toes curled inside the stockings and then the only thing that moved were her hips. He turned, crossing his arms. He didn’t have a great view, but he saw the tiny cover open just in front of her spread crotch and the tiny synthetic leather strap lashed out, striking poor Ericka right between the legs. She cried out, her body jerking, but clearly unable to free her breasts from the circles. The door covering the sap closed and then Ericka whimpered again, lurching backward as the punishment circles went dormant. Instantly Jenny had an arm wrapped around the girl.

“Very good, Ericka. Just nine more to go.”

Neither the humming sound coming from the seat nor his daughter’s hips had stopped and Craig was just a little surprised how quickly Ericka put her tits back on the circles. Again the machine froze her in place, a look of agony etched across her face. Then the small paddle came out again, wetly slapped Ericka’s clitoris, and disappeared once more. The sound Ericka made was more desperate than pained and Craig couldn’t help but notice the almost frantic movement of her hips. 

The process repeated itself, a third, fourth, and fifth time. Ericka’s cries got louder and more intense and finally Craig left the room, leaving his wife to deal with their daughter’s punishment. He went into the living room and sat down, checking his email, only to find a message from the school, It matched almost exactly what Ericka had told them and there was even a video file. He opened it, only to see his daughter standing naked except for her stockings and pumps, in front of the classroom punishment circles. Craig looked at the faces of the other students. Most were male and the longing and desire he saw in their eyes made him uncomfortable. He watched as Ericka mounted the machine at school. Craig wasn’t positive, but he thought the seating probe looked longer and thicker than the one they had at home. Ericka mounted it with a look of resigned determination and Craig watched as she began pumping her hips, almost bouncing on it before finally pressing her impressive bosom to the steel punishment plates.

Out in the kitchen Ericka let out a wild, intense cry and Craig could only imagine the pain his daughter was enduring. He sped the video up, watching as his daughter was repeatedly whipped between the legs, her clitoris and labia getting pinker with every stroke. And yet, she looked eager, almost willing. Her body stiffened each time her hard nipples touched the plate and Craig realized that she must have been given twenty touches. Then, near the end, he watched as she began gyrating, thrusting her hips back and forth in lewd movements and he stared, trying to understand why his daughter was clearly humping the punishment machine. There was no mistaking the burst of fluids that exploded out from between her legs and he knew instantly that the additional touches at home were due to his daughter’s indiscrete performance. 

“How could anyone cum from that?” He asked himself. He shook his head, turning off the video. Just as he did, Ericka emerged from the kitchen. She hadn’t bothered to put her skirt back on and it was just draped across her arm. Her blouse was still open and both nipples were dark pink from where they’d been shocked. Her loins sported the rectangular darkness of where her pudenda had been repeatedly struck.

“I hope you learned your lesson,” Craig said to his daughter. “This is supposed to be a punishment.”

Ericka looked up. She nodded. “Yes sir. I’m sorry Daddy.” She shifted uncomfortably. “I’m going to go take a shower, alright?” As she shuffled off, Jenny came into the room.

“You shouldn’t be hard on her,” she said softly.

Craig grimaced. “You should see the video, Jenny. She was literally fucking the one at school. It was disgraceful.”

Jenny sighed. “You’re a man, Craig. You don’t understand what it’s like to be a woman.” She ran her fingers through his hair. There was a long moment of silence and then Jenny let out a deep breath. “Besides, she’s not the only one.”

Craig blinked. “What? What do you mean?” He asked, a sinking feeling spreading across his abdomen. Jenny smiled. 

“I did forty touches today. Screwed up a date. Caught it myself and reported the error.”

Craig’s eyes widened. “What? You’re kidding me! And they punished you for it?”

Jenny nodded. “Right there in the middle of the legal department,” she said. “I forwarded you the video. I guess you haven’t seen it yet.”

Craig stared at her and then scrolled down on his tablet computer. Sure enough, there was an email from his wife. He opened it and selected the video. He recognized his wife’s workplace immediately. Almost four dozen men and women occupied a number of cubicles. Then his wife appeared, wearing the same clothes she’d come home in. Her boss was behind her and he marched her right up to the punishment circles. Craig felt a very different sensation as he watched his wife disrobe. Just like his daughter, she removed all of her clothing except for the stockings and the garter belt. Work ground to a halt as everyone gathered around to watch Jenny get punished. Craig blinked as his wife mounted herself on the probe, then pressed her breasts against the plates. She stiffened, the leather sap came out and smacked her pussy hard, then released her. To Craig’s astonishment she began thrusting and bucking, clearly in the throes of not agony, but rapture. 

“My God…” he whispered. His eyes locked on to the pumping, wildly fucking, electrified and spanked image of his wife, even as her fingers swirled through his hair. He glanced up at her. Her eyes were bright and playful and her lips were curled up in a wicked smile. He watched as she was shocked and swatted until around the thirtieth stroke she followed in her daughter’s footsteps, exploding with a wet and wild cry, fluids spurting out from between her legs. Then her boss came into the picture and he pointed at the camera. Craig heard the voice. “Craig, you’ll need to have her do twenty more.”  Then the screen went dark.

He looked up at Jenny. “Twenty more?” He demanded. Jenny nodded.

“For cumming.” She swung around the sofa and sat down in his lap. Her blouse was open and Craig put his hand on her amazing breasts, caressing her. “I’ll try to hold off until you can take me to our bed,” she whispered.

“What if you can’t?” He asked.

She laughed. “Like your daughter?” She pushed herself off him, holding out her hand. “Then I’ll still make love to you, and tomorrow I’ll start the day off with another punishment.”

Craig blinked. “Wait. Ericka is getting punished again?”

Jenny nodded. “Of course. Didn’t you hear her cumming just a moment ago? She can’t control it. So she’ll be going to detention tomorrow. They’ll punish her again, repeatedly.”

“Poor Ericka,” he said softly, truly empathetic.

Jenny laughed. “Hardly. Your daughter is wildly popular and she craves it. I think she’s been breaking the rules on purpose. Just so the boys can see her get punished.”

Craig frowned then looked up at Jenny. “Is that what you’ve been doing?” He asked. Jenny laughed and pushed her skirt off. It fell to the floor. She shrugged out of the shirt and it dropped as well, leaving her wearing just her high heels and the stockings. Her bare sex was wet and pink.

“Maybe,” she said coyly. “Come and watch…” Then she disappeared into the kitchen.

Craig wrestled with it for only a moment. He grabbed his tablet, hit save for both videos, and went into the kitchen to watch his wife mount the same seat his daughter had ridden, pressing her breasts against the punishment circles.